a confession per season

This is the third poem of my small collection. Still haven't found a name for it though. Tell me if you have any ideas. I guess you have discovered by now that all these poems are love related.

-a confession per season-

It's been two winters since my icy heart melted

You poured whiskey on that pink popsicle

and set it on fire with your laughter

You made it blood red again

and now it pumps like crazy when you flash your teeth

It's been two springs since assumptions of your scent

conquered the barren land that was my mind

The flowers - which in it grow- now tell me that

your voice smells of orgasms and I should breathe you deeply

Your strut echoes of cashmere and sweet sage

If I lick your smell and feast upon your body

will I die from the pleasure, I wonder

It's been two summers since I last swam in insecurity

All it took was your words of having only our life to give

With lips adorned with confidence 

you made me walk like a woman with mischief in her mind

By submitting me to graceful nakedness 

I now see myself as I was always meant to be

I guess the sadness of it all is hidden in this simple truth,

the truth of anonymity, 

For now, as I go through the second fall

and like a tree I shed the dead leaves from my branches 

I come to realize with the pain of a lonely nobody,

that you are unaware I was ever planted on this earth

 

Author's Note

Do you think this is like...more mature content? Should I choose another audience? I don't believe it is so mature that a 13 year old cannot read it ( I don't really believe in that kind of stuff, but I am trying to play by the rules of this website).Tell me if you think it needs to address a more mature audience. I genuinely need your feedback. If you happen to stumble upon the trash which I call poetry, please leave a review. I just want to know if what I write provokes feelings in others' hearts or if it's just me relieving myself of my own. I also gave a little more attention to the way that the poem is written. As you can see, it does not start in the middle in this case, as my other two poems do. This one is more...categorized in a way as it is sectioned into four parts. Four stanzas ( I think that is what you call them). So, with that being said, thank you so much, in advance, for reading.

Reviews

[KCthelastboyscout]

Love and loss.with or without you.it never ends.each word is a small piece of a greater beautiful picture.uniquely written.had to read it twice.a absolute pleasure to absorb

[Ariana Papastergiou]

I cannot thank you enough for your review. Thank you so much. It means a lot to me.